At primary school we were told by one kid in our year that his big brother (in secondary school) had textbooks with swears in. Official schoolbooks with real swears. We saw no reason to disbelieve this; they were big kids in secondary school after all, who had probably all drunk beer and had lots of porn and sex, so they must be given text books with swears in because they were so grown up.

Later on, we realised that we had been conned; not because we'd got to secondary school and were expecting to receive our sweary textbooks, but because we found out that this kid had no big brother. All those years we had known him, and even been to his house. And then we suddenly found out from his mother that he had no brother; it was a quite a shock.
I think that part of us died that day, when we found out that swearing textbooks didn't exist. The fucking Tricolore was no substitute at all.